The girl on the top bunk had been crying for a while now, and yet still let on no signs of stopping. Any person brave enough to call out to her in concern soon backed away themselves from the terror of her eyes. Not one person braved to touch her shoulder in comfort nor to stroke her head as she curled further and further into herself; no friend ever showed.

People continuously milled about her, some scarce few stopping in her midst. None reached out any more than questioning words, no tangible surface to grasp hold of and follow out of such endless misery. Only the intangible, the invisible, and so to her they did not exist.

The body wracking sobs caused only mild concern for those around her, perhaps a bit more amusement for her roommates continued on their day plans and people one by one joined the room, none to give her a second glance. That was what she must be, entertainment.

Uncontrollable shivers swept through her body, twitching her small frame, but no one pulled a blanket around her shoulders. Her eyes ached as if they had seen a thousand years and her nose ran steady with her tears. Those very tears that her eyes poured out in streams rather than drop, but still left her face feeling uncomfortably dry and compressed.

A fire had set upon her eyes, so dark and so scared, and yet nobody cared but for to back away. Every scenario, every person, whether male, female, light, dark, religious, or with dyed hair, every scene would play the same. Would house those silly, worthless words, so easily fading from memory and deeply lacking in comfort. Perhaps an oddity would take a step or so forward, but they all ran in the end. No matter how strong or smart, they all search egression, and she could hardly blame them.

What person would truly want to be wrapped about in her? No matter if they could not see. Because if there is a reason for everything, there was a reason for why she was always crying; a reason for why she never had a person to speak to; a reason she never left her bunk; a reason no one approached her. And she was it.

She was loneliness. She was misery. She was a power and force beyond this world, able to control it all, and yet hoping only for a touch of comfort. Wishing only for a friend.